Her scent comes to meAs the night breathesHer countenance graveA waxed pallor, that lays every tombOpen to the skySo she sees and ever watchesThe stars revolve and dance for herA velvet dream of crimson revoltThe rites of all... deliver her kiss to meI ascend... erotic misery

We are blood to the bloodlessWe are honour to the honourlessAnd We, We are gods to the godlessGods to the Godless,Honour to the honourless,Blood to the bloodless.

The cruel day; it hurts my eyes... for it is night I ever long for

If sorrows sweet gifts have offered me thusI am all that has been and cannot refuseAs her smile has ushered in the nightSo many countless times beforeI hear a foot on the stair...I turn and she is there.With all the gifts of the grave to offer me